Lee likes that when they disagree, he doesn't condescend to her about it. So many men, if they deign to listen to her opinion at all, assume any disagreement means that she must be wrong, because of the way she looks or what she's doing for a living or what they assume is between her legs. She butts her head against his chin.
"If God is everything, okay, he's the world, then — where is the line, I think. Plants? Animals? People? Are people God, too? I can't think so, because — I've been everywhere, we're all terrible. Oh, that's awful of me. Baruch Spinoza was a pantheist, you know. You ought to read, um —" He can't see due to the angle of her head, but can probably feel her face screwing up against his neck, eyes squinting and nose wrinkling the way she does when she is intensely trying to recall something, "— Kayser something, 'Portrait of a Spiritual Hero.' Einstein wrote the introduction."